A slight blush rose to Syx’s cheeks at the idea of doing this openly in public at all. His confidence only went so far so the deal was easy to make. Nodding he added, “Rules are a good thing.”
Some rules were meant to be broken, but only those that were broken or oppressing by design. He spent most of his time walking a very careful tightrope with rules. In this case, the shameless man under him seemed to always be pushing him past his comfort zone. Just being at these places for this date was leaving him in horribly uncomfortable territory.
“I accept your rules,” the villain grinned smuggly, feeling he couldn’t just meekly accept such a proposition, “Besides I won’t need to touch you to have you squirming in your seat,” he leaned in with a wicked grin, “Games need rules and victory conditions. The loser is the first one to break down and touch the other.”
Harrison can’t resist reaching up to rub his thumb on that sweet little blush. Oh this man drives him absolutely mad in all the best ways!
“We’ll see just who is squirming,” he replied arrogantly, patting Syx on the cheek. “I want to add an addendum to clarify that we’re talking sexual touching. Because there’s no point in going out on a date if I can’t hold your hand. What do I get when I win?”
“Agreed,” Syx leaned into the touch marveling that he still felt so starved for touch even though he had Anna in his life. But then, blue on blue was special.
He hummed, sitting back enough to look Harrison over thoughtfully as he stocked his goatee. Chewing his lower lip, he wondered if he dared. His stomach fluttered, but he was always one for bold dares. After all, what was the point if there wasn’t something at stake?
“I’ll take off my shirt so you can see what’s underneath when we get to the club,” and he’d still be more covered than Harrison considering the mesh shirt his date had on.
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